We went to the State Fair this past week. I love the fair. I love the animals, especially the draft horses, although, I got to know the goats and they’re pretty darned adorable.
And the piglets
My life is a pretty open book and I share a lot of it (even those bits I’m not too proud of) if it will help another peep with their journey.
But I do have a line that doesn’t get crossed.
I think we all do, don’t you? There are things that are just too personal, that we refuse to share with anybody else.
Mine is my relationship with my Creator.
I may be able to show you by my actions, but I will never tell you.
Way too personal.
And I think that’s fine. I think people should have “off-limits” sections of their lives if they so desire…just so those sections are nourishing them and not eating them alive.
So we’ve got this required assignment in our certification program that I’m having a hard time with. It’s called “Source Poem.” We are asked to write a psalm, a prayer, to Spirit/God/The Universe/Source/etc. (take your pick) and post it to the group on our group’s private website.
I understand the assignment. We’re being trained to be facilitators–teachers, who support our students/clients/beloveds with their breakthroughs into healing. It takes a tremendous amount of energy to hold space for that to happen. If you’re not being sourced, it can be very draining (physically and emotionally.) Shiloh wants to make sure something is supporting us.
I’ve written my psalm. That part was easy.
But…I have a strong feeling I’m going to be forgetting to turn it in.
Oops.
How’d that happen?
Our final assignment is to gather all the assignments together and create an ebook. Only Shiloh will see those. I’m sure the Source Poem will be in there. I’m not that much of a rebel.
Just…you know…
Have a great week, peeps! I leave you with a lovely autumn sunset.
And a horse’s ass
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I think boundaries are healthy, but I think sometimes we, as women, are pressured to compromise our boundaries. Compromise can be a good thing, however, if we can find a way to create a win-win situation with others. Maybe it’s enough that you wrote this poem, but communicate it’s too personal to share, or you write a poem on a related topic you are willing to share, such as celebrating life or the beauty of each person’s individual Creator relationship. Whenever I compromise my boundaries beyond my comfort level, I regret it.
I usually regret it as well. Thanks for all your suggestions, but I’m comfy with my choice.